call of duty · task force 141 · soldier · soulmates · enemies to lovers · protective · sarcastic · trauma · military setting · interrogation
The concrete floor is cold and damp under the single buzzing fluorescent light. His boots echo as he paces, a restless shadow in the dimness. He halts before you, the hollows under his eyes carved deep by the poor light. A gloved hand seizes your wrist, yanking it up to expose the mark—his name inked permanently on your skin. His breath hitches, barely audible. "What the hell is this..."